The Ship Girl and the Admiral and the News

The world written by the story, whether it is magnificent or meticulous, must have its own unique insights, and what it wants to express simply and straightforwardly.

With a central idea, this is a good story.

Fortunately, Admiral Bai is quite good at it.

After the song was sung, the living room was a little quiet.

Not only the original audience Fubuki, Essex, who was listening to the story, but even Taifeng, who was a lover, was silent for a while.

Fantasy literature is different from documentary literature, it is a world supported purely by imagination.

Dafeng, on the other hand, is good at youth literature, which may be more profound than others, but his essence has not departed from this category.

The young girl with sakura had long known that Bai Jun's main attack direction was different from her own, but she never thought that he, who hadn't written a pen for several years, still hid such an interesting little story.

And can tell in the description.

It takes a lot of eloquence, and she doesn't think she can do it. Maybe in the future, but it takes time and talent.

"Bai Jun..." Da Feng's call broke the living room where there was only the sound of the air-conditioning cold wind. The girl spoke deliberately, because she also knew that what she proposed next might not be approved.

"Have you considered picking up the pen again and writing the story just now?"

Dafeng's words were serious. Back then, when she was in a certain literary section on the Internet, it was precisely because she was attracted by this person's essays, but because of the difference in conception, a "battle" was triggered.

Besides, if the lover really nods in agreement, she also has a perfect publishing channel on her side.

If you recommend it yourself, there should be no problem at all.

After all, Bai Jun's strength is also placed here.

"I can spare some time every day to tell you guys." Bai Yanxi used this sentence to decline Dafeng's proposal, not only because there was not much free time, but also the creation itself was a painful thing.

If he casually talked about this little story with a playful attitude, he would be quite patient.

"Well, that's a pity." The girl knew that her lover would say so, so she wasn't too disappointed. On the other hand, Miss Dumpling on the other side of the sofa showed a rather obvious expression of regret.

There is a certain kind of obvious that you can make a name for yourself by being a writer, so why do you have to be an admiral?

There are not too many examples of the combination of ship girls and ordinary people.

And most of the admirals aren't ordinary people, aren't they?

Essex is very used to this story, and likes what Admiral Bai just described, about the AI ​​girl in the story: I am gradually liking this world, and you.

Although she had listened to it for two days, she knew that this was not a love story written by Mr. Young Crane, but after knowing this sentence, Essex still had a feeling that her heart was softened.

Want to know the continuation of the story, and...

"It's getting late, I'll go to sleep for a while." Admiral Bai wanted to reach out and pinch the cheek of Fukiyuki who was sitting beside him, but the little girl cleverly avoided it. After that, he leaned forward again and took the initiative to rub the back of his hand with his soft cheek.

He seemed to be thanking the Admiral for bringing him such an interesting story, although he didn't quite understand it.

"Fuzuki is sleepy too." After doing this, the little girl said loudly, and at the same time she got close to the secretary ship's sister: "Can you take a nap with the admiral, I will be good and not disturb me? The Admiral is sleeping."

In the previous relationship, Fubuki undoubtedly left a well-behaved and obedient character image for all the girls in the family. Although there are occasionally some naughty, but it can be understood as the heart of the destroyer girl.

Is it normal for children to be naughty?

"Then..." Dafeng didn't decide to help his lover, but turned his attention to him.

"It's nothing, as long as I don't make a lot of noise before I go to bed." Bai Yanxi nodded, not rejecting this little request from Chuixue, otherwise it would be too pitiful.

Besides, although he is not a serious gentleman in the strict sense, otherwise he would not have asked Xiao Xiaofeng, who was awake, with his **** in Pingjiang.

And it was impossible to fall in love with a destroyer girl like Fubuki.

Not everyone is Admiral May.

"Then Fuxue, go wash your hands, just had some snacks, and by the way, change your dress into pajamas."

"Okay~" The little girl stretched her voice in response, and then ran to the bathroom clack-clack. Although the admiral was busy with work, he was not impatient or bored when he was with her.

This is where Fubuki feels happy.

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The lover took Fubuki to rest, and Taifeng, who was busy with work next, also took Essex to his study.

Silly Miss Dumpling now needs to complete a short story contact every day, and then hand it over to her in the afternoon of the next day. As a teacher, she will also provide meticulous suggestions for revisions.

After all this is done, Essex will also need to hand over a new short story before leaving next night.

If you want to be proficient in writing novels, there is really no shortcut, only practice.

This is Da Feng's understanding, and she also trains her little apprentice like this.

But today, his little apprentice seemed a little strange, exuding a kind of entanglement that he had something to say, but he didn't dare to say.

"If you have something on your mind, just tell it and see what I can do to help you." Fortunately, Essex was introduced by Bai Jun, otherwise the girl would not have done such a laborious thing.

But since you have accepted it, you have to be responsible to the end.

"That...actually..." Miss Dumpling struggled for a long time, and even her hands were twisted together nervously. After hesitating for a long time, she said in a low voice and without confidence: "Mr. Young Crane, I have an immature idea."

"Then you speak first."

"...It's actually that." Now that he was determined to do it, Essex finally summoned up his courage: "I want to use the story that Admiral Bai told for two days as a prototype and write a medium-length novel."

To put it bluntly, this idea was a momentary fever, and was deeply touched by the final description. She, who already liked soft love stories, had an impulsive idea after hearing Bai Yanxi's unintentional decision to write.

"..." Da Feng was silent for a while, and then sighed: "Have you heard a word?"

"What?" Essex asked quietly.

"Never make a decision late at night and on impulse, because people are irrational. This sentence is also applicable to Jian Niang."

"..." She wanted to argue that this was not an impulse, but that she was determined to do it after being touched and moved.

It cannot be blind ignorance.

"You still remember what Bai Jun just said, the creation itself is a painful process. Then I have to add another sentence, the same applies to me, and the bigger the body, the more painful the process. Long." Having said this, the girl paused for a while, as if she was giving her immature apprentice a thought process.

Then he continued: "If your thoughts and determination can last for a week, and there is still no change by then, I will help you talk to Bai Jun and let him agree to this matter."

Time can dilute everything. If it is really just a moment, then it is normal for Xiao Ai to have no such thoughts after a week.

As a teacher, as Bai Jun's lover, it's not that Dafeng doesn't want her to be involved in this interesting story.

It is true that Essex's writing is definitely different from what Bai Jun wrote.

Whether it can even reach the level of a lover's oral narrative remains to be seen.

But since Bai Jun is unwilling, it is not impossible for Xiao Ai to practice writing.

As for publishing or something, these are things to come later, and the girl will not think about it at all.

"I see." Miss Dumpling nodded seriously, she regarded this as a test from the teacher. And the ship girl is not an existence that is so easy to give up.

"Don't talk about this, I still have something to do tonight, so I'm in a hurry in the afternoon. Stop gossiping and start today's review."

"Okay." Dumpling's little earphone nodded again, and took out a few manuscript papers full of Junxiu's handwriting from the small bag he was carrying.

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The evening party was accompanied by Da Feng and Bai Yanxi.

It stands to reason that there should be Chicheng, but the eldest sister is too busy with work and can't walk away, so she can only leave her sister Feng alone.

The location of the celebration party was also selected in the restaurant on Huifeng Commercial Street.

It's not that these people know where Admiral Bai lives, it's just because this is a downtown area and it needs to be more prosperous.

"Really, don't drink if you can't drink it." The girl supported her lover's arm and body, watching him vomit by the wall for a while, and then she took out a tissue from her bag and wiped her mouth.

The time is now approaching eleven o'clock in the evening, and the celebration that lasted for more than three hours has finally come to an end.

As the protagonist this time, Bai Yanxi also received the most bombings.

If nothing else, one toast is not too much.

Then there is a scene of drinking a cup, and a cup, and a cup of endless scenes.

Bai Jun is the hero of this battle, and it is also the first time that the big boss admiral appeared in the battle with the commander. Who doesn't want to be familiar and toast with a glass of wine.

Although Da Feng looked a little distressed, he did not sweep away all the admiral's nature in the celebration party just now.

And the last part of the toast was also replaced by Admiral Mei.

Otherwise, how could I have the ability to spit out some by leaning against the wall now, and I would have been unconscious from drinking it long ago.

"I'll carry you back." Seeing that his lover was a little better, Da Feng sat down on the bench by the road with him. Today's girl put on makeup and put on her favorite clothes because of the celebration party at night.

So beautiful that you can't even take your eyes off it.

"No... I'm fine, I can walk after a little rest." He closed his eyes and leaned on the bench, the cool summer night breeze softened the feeling of the world spinning.

The time is approaching November, and Yuyan has finally entered the stage of cooling in the morning and evening.

Admiral Bai tried hard, but found that it was impossible for him to stand up at all, because his body refused to accept such instructions from his brain.

"You, you, I really don't know what to say about you. Then Su Qinghua used the water mixed with wine to greet you and didn't realize it." Da Feng smiled helplessly, turned his head and kissed the corner of his lover's mouth, only to find that there was only a tangy nose. The smell of alcohol came.

Su Qinghua is not the type that can drink particularly, but since everyone is toasting, she can't fall under the title of Admiral Jing'an, so she can only resort to this.

But fortunately, it was discovered by Admiral Zhao and secretly replaced it with a real cup.

In the end, it ended in a lose-lose situation, and now, if nothing else, the head maid has been carried back to the hotel next door.

On the other hand, Admiral Zhao, when this girl saw that he was not very good, she kindly helped him down two cups.

After I felt that it was not enough, I replaced the so-called massive Admiral May.

After all, this middle-aged man in his forties had attended numerous celebration banquets.

Experienced and sophisticated.

Bai Yanqi closed his eyes, and he didn't know whether it was because he fell asleep or because of confusion in his thinking that he couldn't speak. Anyway, he leaned against Da Feng so softly.

"I'll call Akagi and ask her to pick us up." The girl sighed, letting her lover rest her head on her chest, and then took out the phone, which made him feel more comfortable.

At this point, it's almost an hour after dinner at home.

Everyone who should leave has already said goodbye, and everything that should be cleaned up is almost done. It is the most leisurely time for the eldest sister at present.

It's not that she can't get her lover back by herself.

At first, Da Feng didn't quite want to carry his own admiral back like the prestigious head maid of the painter Su Qing. Then there is another important point.

Tomorrow will be closed for two days, and she has not told Bai Jun about the next two days in front of Chicheng.

It was originally scheduled for her to be one day first, and then Akagi Castle one day.

But the eldest sister sent her a message during the day that she might have to work overtime on Sunday, so the two sisters lost each other.

Not long after hanging up the phone, Akagi came over. Traveling at home basically relies on walking and the subway, and the car is all used by the gendarmerie. It is definitely too late to get it at this point.

She just walked over like this.

"Why did you drink like this?" She reached out and pinched her brother Bai's face, but couldn't get any response, so she asked her sister Feng angrily and distressed.

This little scoundrel always pushes against her when drinking with her, for fear that she will become a vixen when she drinks too much.

How did he become so generous when he was drinking with outsiders?

"Take turns toasting. When you receive gifts from the girls of the gendarmerie on festivals, don't you do it in waves, and it will last for several days."

"..." This analogy really made Chicheng, the elder sister, not very easy to refute. She had no choice but to support the younger brother Bai with her younger sister.

"By the way, Bai Jun." Da Feng leaned into his lover's ear and said, "Tomorrow is Saturday, why don't you spend a day with Chicheng City?"

"What did you say?" The confused younger brother Bai couldn't hear what Da Feng was talking about at all.

"..."

562.1p and 2p

It's always easier to wake up after a hangover, except for the headaches and the decision to stop drinking.

Bai Yanqi touched the phone, glanced at the time display, and found that it was early morning.

On the bedside table, there was still a cup of cold tea and a few hangover pills. I don't know if Dafeng put it here or Chicheng.

After eating, I walked out of the bedroom. The house was quiet, except for some movement from the bathroom.

At this point, it is estimated that only Akagi got up.